Bismarck weekly tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1943, 1887-05-20
THE TORONTO RIOT.
Editor O'Brien and Party Assaulted
By the Orangemen on the
Public Streets.
An Enraged Mob of One Thousand
Men Armed With Clubs
and Stones.
The Police Refuse Asslstance-S Several
Injured-O'Brien Determined
to Continue.
"It's Belfast Over Again."

10 commune.
''It's Belfast Over Again."
TORONTO, May 18.-The incursion of
O'Brien, the Irish agitator, seems to have
changed the whole face of Canadian pol
itics and it is thought it will have an i'm
portant bearing on future parties and poll
tics in the dominion. The extreme sensi-
tiveness shown at the outset over criticism
of any sort, whether of Canadian institu-
ton generally, or of Lord Lansdowne's
landlordism, particularly where the critic,
has given away, and now men have taken
sides, and in the hotels, on the streets, and
in newspaper offices comparisons are be-
ing made, and battle is being fought over
the relative advantages of being an Amer
lean or a Canadian subject of her majesty.
OBrien started out with friends to take a
walk to onight, but found an enraged
crowd at the hotel entrance. They groaned
and hissed in Mr.. O'Brien's face, and ut
tered such cries as ''Away Traitor,'
"DOwN WITH THE DYNAMITER"
and "God Save the Queen" "Come on"
said Mr.. OBrien, smiling, "these
men don't own the street,
and they pushed their way through the
crowd, with Mulligan and Tefy bringing
up the rear A riot seemed imminent, as
the Orangemen were armed with stout
sticks. They came to O'Brien and showed
him and iostled against him, making sew
eral attempts to strike him on the head
with their sticks. He lodged tne blows,
however. and
HIS FRIENDS RALLIED AROUND HIM,
but they were as one to fifty. His faithful
body guard was broken again and again
and O'Brien was driven up against the
wall. Here with Kilbride, Mulligan and
Cahill the little party stood at bay. O'Brien
shouting at the top of his voice, 'You cow
ardly dogs, don't you see we are not armed ;
let us alone" Kisses and cries of 'God
Save the Queen" and groans for the dyna-
miters greeted this appeal. Two police
men stood near by, but made no effort to
disperse the mob. The party then turned
into Kingston street, while the crowd in
the houses banana stalks and broken
bricks were dropped down on the
crowd, O'Brien and his party, escaping in
juries so far. As the party turned into
Bay street, rCahill, secretary of the local
branch OF the league, had his hat knocked
off by stone. Now the Orangemen began
their real attack, for Bay street furnished
good opportunity, being covered with
clay, broken bricks and cobble stones.
OBrien had on a tall hat which furnished
good target. Mr.. Wall was on the right
and Kilbride and Mulligan of the left.
ssLookout O'Brien,'' shouted Wall, The
stones are coming;.'
s'IT'S BELFAST OVER AGAIN"
AS he spoke volley of brick and cob
Bile stone came flying from the center Of
Orangemcn, missing heads but knocking
the plastering off the adjacent walls.
Shouts of
''TO HE'LL WITH THE POPE,''
Kill the Traitor" and so on rose high
above the din. O'Brien's party were still
on the sidewalk and the Orange
men thronged the street. Kel-
log, reporter for the New York
Sun, rushed behind O'Brlen and was
about to warn him, when stone struck
O'Brien's hat and knocked it off. O'Brien
stopped his head, and j. M. Wall, who was
standing beside him, lifted his head, when
huge stone struck rim on the side of the
head and knocked him down. He reeled
into Johnson's lane, little alley running
off Bay street, and
FELL UPON HEAP OF STONES.
Dennis Kilbride, Mr.. Teffy, treasurer of
the national league, and Mr.. Mann, a Tel
egram reporter. lifted him up and carried
him into Hooper's drug store, where his
wound was dressed, and he was helped to
the Rosser house. The cut made by the
stone is two inches long and slightly above
the left temple. "Take care of this man.
said Tetfy, addressing policeman, "he's
wounded" Let him take care of himself" }"
returned the policeman. O'Brien and his
friends then turned into Yelling
ton street, stones still flying
and yells and groans louder than
ever. O'Brien attempted to take refuge in
Sharp's laundry, and failing in that, rushed
into the bicycle store OF Thomas La Lour,
adjoining. A volley Of stones shattered
the windows and the mob burst into the
store, yelling like demons and showering
missiles in the direction which OBrien had
taken toward the end OF the store. Some
LADIES SCREAMED AND PAINTED,
while the mob tumbled pell nell, helter